Insult

Before you went out I asked you in no uncertain terms to button the next button up your shirt that showed your naked breast from the right angle when you twisted and bent, an angle admittedly rarely reproduced in real-world space and then what would need to be in place is the mythical irresistible male whose lust could flare furiously (like mine) and push you ecstatically beyond where you sexually go with me. Obviously I don’t know what would be possible for you with another body than mine, but I love you and yours so dearly the thought’s too much for me despite your saying your love for me makes the idea preposterous from the get-go. I’m sorry I spoke harshly. My jealousy is a jealous companion. It wants me alone.

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